My depth of purse is not so great Nor yet my bibliophilic greed, That merely buying doth elate: The books I buy I like to read: Still e'en when dawdling in a mead, Beneath a cloudless summer sky, By bank of Thames, or Tyne, or Tweed, The books I read — I like to buy.

Any book is my kind of book that I can read with delight.

The buying of more books than one can read is nothing less than the soul reaching toward infinity...

In an established love of reading there is a policy of insurance guaranteeing certain happiness till death.

If this world affords true happiness, it is to be found in a home where love and confidence increase with the years, where the necessities of life come without severe strain, where luxuries enter only after their cost has been carefully considered.